Omaha daily bee., 1887-05-12

property to my people. I am treated
with every indignty hcre--I am only a
"niggcr priest but in my own country
| am noble, so ! wrote to my brother,
the admiral of the Italian navy, and to
my uncle the cardinal, and these Irish
priests wonder how made my point
This priest brought over n choirmastcr
who has given all the colorcd people VINO
had good voices in his church the best
musical training in the city. There ono
hears the best class of church music
Mozart, the oratorioS, Stabat Mater
rendered 10y voices which in white people
would mean fortunes.
Tho general Fremont had colored
man named Jacob who had been with
him through his explorations. A few
years ago Jacob died. At his funeral
services first met Father Barilli.
Jacobs wife leaned her head on one of
my shoulders, his daughter wept on tho
other. As the good priest talked, he said
in his haltng English: we must not
weep for Jacob. He was a good man.
We must initiate him. What did SEQ
when l came to see him lastY His gen.
till 1t grew cold in death. Now, what
made Jacob II good MANI Because he
was good Catholic. If you are not
good Catholic you will not be good
person in this world, nor will you get to
heaven III the next 'OhN said Jacobs
wife; oh! Ohr moancd his daughter,
and all my good colored friends looked
mentioned i'll my heretical presence my
coming doom. When the services at tho
grave were finished, | said to the priest,
Shall 1 take you to your homer When
we were In the carriage he said, How
nice it is to be in carriage again, and
with lady. NV mother and my sisters
were like you. Oh how lonely 1 get
Der how am ostracised here.
81 comforted him rs well as | could
Then said But why did you come
here; we have so many prlestsY Yes,
but SO many of them are Irish, and they
hate the negro and can do him no good,
and we must look after him; you know
we shall need his vote Look out,
father; you are talking church politics,
said.
"Yes, why not?' with his Italian
shrug. "A lady like you knows the
church must manage its politics or 1T
would be bad
He was n gentleman" she continued,
''and so understood the fitness of things.
The best picture in the church is the
baptism of the eunuch, II black man, by
Philip; it so appeals to their feelings.
"One day | had staid to hear the very
last of the music when 1 met we'll.
dressed intelligent, lady-like looking
woman, who, like myself, did not want
to lose note. When the organ and
voice had stopped | opened conversation
| with her. She proved to be the child of
a woman, one of Mrs. Carroll's slaves,
who had cooked for us many years.
MY heart was full to overtlowlng to
see what an Improvement since the days
when colored person had TO carry 4
pass on the streets of the District OF
Columbia"
Mrs. Fremont. You talk like the child
of an abolitionists. | said. In fact, |
don't know an abolitionist who could
touch colored person unnecessarily as
you did. They are essentially alien to
us.
II was practical abolitlonist. Once
when my husband was senator from
California and my father from Missouri,
| was at a dinner at which | remember
were Sumner, Hardy and Aiken, and we
were discussing the fugitive slave law.
Hardy said, i don't see how it Is to be
enforced. Northern men won't carry it
| out replied: Southern people won't
carry itout. Do you think my arm would
push anybody back into slavery? cannot
| help slaves to run away but always eX-
| bect to have money in my pocket to help
one that is running away There was
| a bright young negro man waiting on
the table. Before the week was over he
came to my room and said: Miss Jessie
| could you let me have $50 and ask no
questIons?' gave him the money and
the name of u Quaker family in Phila-
| delpphia, and he escaped. After that |
| had many demands of the same kind"
Mrs. Fremont is about five feet four
| inches in height, fair complexion, and Il
| bright blue eye. She has grown fleshy,
but has the mirthful laugh of girl. She
| talks well. and in half an hour will utter
more sharp, crisp epigrams than any per-
| son | ever saw She has seen much and
| been associated all her life with vigorous
| thinkers. She can not be ranked among
those
| Who have seen the wine pass by themselves
but half tasted:
Heard the music OF life and yet missed the
tune.
Her son, Lieutenant Fremont, of the
navy, has just rented a home in Washing
| ton, to which he will bring his wife and
three beautiful children. These grand
children are neycr-failing Joy to the
| general and Mrs Fremont. Their daugh-
| ter, Miss Fremont is the hostess of their
home. and assists her parent by putting
| all their work into typewriting before 1T
goes to to the publisher of that bright,
John G. Fremont The first volume
and the light of the mountains, over
which the pathfinder Travelled, and the
next will treat OF the civil war period,
another factor for the historian OF the